One of the first things I noticed about Georgie when he first started school last year was his hesitation in telling me how his day was. I realised things had gone from bad to worse when the other day after an afternoon lesson he huffed and puffed and finally said: I don’t have to tell you everything! Let’s skip that in ten years a remark like that will probably scar me for life and go straight to the fact that it was obvious I was asking the wrong question.
